I felt numb.
The few moments that had passed since I ended my call with Mom were no more than a jumbled whirlwind of shuffling papers and mumbled French words.
Grady will be right back, my Wolf assured me.
My mother expressed very strongly that she did not want to be alone—she was afraid. And it was rare for my mother to openly admit that she was afraid. She was always a pillar of strength for our family and for our pack, and the voice of reason for my father.
Grady offered, without a hint of hesitation, to go get Mom, and when Mom agreed, Grady left straight away.
Anticipatory butterflies swirled in my belly. It had been just shy of two months since I had seen either of my parents, and nearly as long since I’d last seen Kate. Weeks had passed since the last time I’d spoken to any
